Animals in repose

I have a bunch-ton of animal pictures that I meant to do something with but never got around to posting. That one, up there, that’s Zoe. For some reason, someone (probably Kari) left a plastic bag on the stairs. Also, for some reason, plastic bags contain a magnet that attracts Zoe. If there’s a plastic bag anywhere in the house, Zoe will find and sleep on it. I don’t know why, it’s just how things are. That particular spot is an important one in her sleep places as the afternoon sun shines down from the window at the top of the stairs and lands right where the plastic bag is. Because she loves that spot so much, we can never move that bag.

Baxter is kinda bossy about places to sleep, so if he thinks Charlie is in a sweet spot, he’ll huff and puff and annoy Charlie until he moves. Then, Baxter takes the spot. In this picture, Baxter thinks Charlie is lying in the best part of the sunbeam and is trying to get him to move.

This was weird. I looked out the window and saw this blue jay hop up towards the house, lie down, and stretch its wings full out. It was as if it was sunning itself. I then inadvertently spooked it taking this picture, and it flew away.

I couldn’t get them both into the same picture, but these two pictures are so telling about their personalities. Baxter is very guarded and, for him, things need to be a certain way. Charlie Parker, on the other hand, is the Felix Unger to their Odd Couple arrangement. He is very trusting, relaxed, and free. Both dogs are zonked-out asleep.

While on a walk the other morning, I took this picture of a group of horses shooting me distrustful glances. I think they were planning something and didn’t want me to hear.

Here’s Charlie with his best friend, Andy (the stuffed hedgehog). He carries Andy everywhere with him around the house. When he goes outside, he leaves Andy by the door, and when he returns, the first thing he does is scoop up Andy, run into the other room, and squeak him like crazy, as if he’s telling Andy about all of his outside adventures.

Are they trying to spell a letter with their bodies? Is it an “F”? Maybe they want food?

What I’m listening to: The Sheila Divine – The Modern Log